The Weird Soul with a Spatula

I don’t know whether this practice was there in your house or not but it was pretty much prevalent in mine. And sometimes it used to bloat to certain extent that there had been some serious altercation with mum (read Mother).

So, it goes like this. Whenever the dinner time would approach, mum used to give a clarion call“Guys! Shall I start arranging?” (Arranging, as in  the food items for dinner) So, our normal reply used to be “Yes Mumma. Start arranging. We are coming.” Till this everything used to be normal. Now even before all the items were heated properly and brought to the table, she used to start uttering her daily script. “Where are you people? Food is already on the table. It will get colder.” So what she used to do was to keep a buffer time and start calling us since she knew that we will surely be late. A few days just to prove her wrong both me and my sister used to leave our work just at the moment, go and stand in front of here with a pair of red angry eye. “WHERE IS IT READY, MUMMA?”

But whatever used to be, we always used to have dinner together if not there were some individual party or get-to-gather outside.

We belong from a very mediocre family. 

One very good feature of such Bengali families used to be that we always tried hard to set our moral standards pretty high. Another was that we used to considered education with highest reverence. We were made to learn question the status quo but until a certain extent after which the eyebrows of society used to start getting raised.

My mother was a student of Bachelor of Arts in pass course. Unfortunately, it was more of a certificate of marriage rather than a certificate of education. Probably that was the reason why all through her life everything for her used to be surrounding our education and well-being. Well, it was really not something that only my mum used to do. It was the story in most of the aspiring mediocre families of 90s.

Every human being craves for a life which has got a meaning. There is no reason for it but it is like that. Consciously or subconsciously they eventually find the meaning. Even if they don’t, they settle with the unsettling randomness.

Probably that was and is right. Otherwise the beautiful institution of family would only have been in conception. I probably would have not have got this laptop to write this anecdote while enjoying the comfort of an AC room.

We love to get tied up, attached, hitched. Freedom is not certainly intrinsic to human construct. We work most efficiently when we are following a process. Although most of the time these bonds which ties us, make us attached to something, get us hitched to someone doesn’t get manufactured with the glues of truth. But certainly, we feel safe in those false compartments. The dreams we see every night are actually parts of a bigger dream. When these smaller dreams talk about these bonds, freedom is somewhere hidden in the bigger one. All of a certain you will leave your body, be free and fetch a consciousness which will tell you “DUDE! Your dream of 70 years have ended. The bonds, the attachments, the hitches were all part of that dream. Welcome to real consciousness”

I certainly get an unsettling chill in my spine when I think about this deconstruction. Who can guarantee that this big dream isn’t a part of yet another one. Even a bigger and a more truthful one?